(no subject)
i sat on a pile of rock
drowned in story, not in sound
hoped the food would never end
but then it came -
though truth be known, i am to blame
. . .
and so except for a suggestion
that names provide employment opportunities for definitions
and thus reserve themselves an important place within existence
i was sent a signal that directed me to go -
to the fireworks across the street
--
she will have to speak up, for she was wearing a towel
though other than that, we left the way we came
in the dark
--
i shouldn't have sat back down
much brighter smiles from a moping crowd
outside has been recognised as 'alone'
speak for yourself
and not some popular chain-smoked notion
. . .
hassled into bed by the call i gave no time to arrive
sleep cures all time
and so it still came out, and just as loud
but within a veil of absence
. . .
so yes, sleep resolves your less important illnesses
the girl awake, too late, acknowledges the fact
and she accepts you can't solve knowledge without fantasy
you can't solve life without distraction from death
last night was good.
thanks go out to Rachel and Fiona for the parties, and everyone i spent time with on here.